tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759421079279172044.post3277512734037996676..comments2024-01-01T15:38:28.710-05:00Comments on The Immortal Alcoholic: Surviving the Chaos: What it means...Linda Bartee Doynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01820717772193440848noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759421079279172044.post-92205792498090056382016-05-04T14:13:08.983-04:002016-05-04T14:13:08.983-04:00I can empathize with this poem completely. At the ...I can empathize with this poem completely. At the same time though, it makes me feel both sympathy and empathy for the alcoholic. People don't take to drinking and acting like jerks because it's fun. Their behavior is a reflection of how they're feeling inside. They're suffering with insecurities, regrets, and sorrow that they try to drink away only to make their suffering even worse. While we can't make them change, we want to be able to help them. But "help" is often enabling when we really need to be helping them to see how to adapt by changing their behavior and their thinking. It's a hell of a road for both sides, but I'd rather be me than the alcoholic. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07726718847070044939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759421079279172044.post-82415869435958840162016-04-07T08:57:07.647-04:002016-04-07T08:57:07.647-04:00Dear Anonymous- so glad that you are changing your...Dear Anonymous- so glad that you are changing your mindset! I totally get it. Trapped and feeling like a prisoner is no way to live. I have been feeling lately like I can't believe I've wasted the best years of my life doing this. What was I thinking? I am slowly changing my ways and way of thinking. I am not trapped- I can take care of me. I can do some things that make me happy. I love the idea that you have disengaged emotionally. Liberating! I am working on this. So tired of being angry and feeling betrayed and victimized. Here's to taking care of our own physical and emotional health! ❤️Anonymous https://www.blogger.com/profile/05005364181379353479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759421079279172044.post-41757706717213866652016-04-06T13:46:14.062-04:002016-04-06T13:46:14.062-04:00I can't frankly say I love my alcoholic. I'...I can't frankly say I love my alcoholic. I've lost all respect and trust in him so how can I love him? They are essential components of love. I was at the point where I lost all respect and faith in myself, so I decided to reactivate my life again and do the things I love the most. I refuse to whine and enable - that doesn't get anyone anywhere except create a pitiful circle of helplessness. I refuse to be his babysitter or his search and rescue team any more. I am a human being, NOT a human sacrifice for someone who doesn't remember even half the hurt he's caused in the wake of his drunken binges. A month ago, I left him wallowing in his own poop in the bathroom. No, I didn't clean it up, either. He did. I stay only because financially I can't leave. I'm trapped, but believe you me I'm going to make the best of what I've got left. And I have! It's exhilarating, because emotionally I've totally disengaged.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com